Being a Testament of a Longer Hymn
junior seed and his
staggering
taste of fence
post fed knuckles
mixed with cornsoul
and barley tendon
no man gone
talk ‘bout
sister baby
like coffman number three
‘s out doing
in the parking
lot at the A
&P last nigh’ rooster
coffman still
picking out teeth
from the grill
of his personal
daddy’s midnight
blue oldsmobile
where junior seed
took rooster’s head
played that front
grill like a wash
board with rooster
‘s head like a wash
board band needing
a backbone on a hot
tuesday nigh’ in a cold
joint full of dip
sticks and lug nuts
who do not at
all necessarily
appreciate the damage
and feared noise a set
of bicuspids
properly pushed and pulled
cross the bi-metal
v grill makes like
a set of nails
cross the wavy ribs
played that front grill
like a casting
of lots
on a hill
junior seed’s got a tender
left eye and a tiny
portion of right ear
gone
where rooster had
a lucky grab right
before he lost
his left eye tooth
he knows he
‘ll see the car
in the shop
in a coupl’a days
and jones’ll fix
it up so that old
man Coffman won’t pitch
too high a fit
pappy won’t pitch
too high a bitch
‘bout junior seed
defending the terrible
dirtied honor of
darling sister baby
in a minor squabblin’
disagreement with just
another town jalopy
with a big mouth
and too much half
wit intuition
but not enough to
hold tight his tongue
he’ll be flapping gums
for a while gums
and burgers down
to the krystal
boy shouldn’t ought
talk round unfound
suspicion junior seed
thinks
thinks how
he’ll make mention
of loose lips
and better use
sister baby to
nigh’ by the
fire or down to
the tire tree while
pappy
‘s at his auxiliary
veterans meet
n greet
make mention of
rooster’s sad blooded
toothless smile
saying
seed you know
true is true
you know
seed
sister baby’s a whore
seed
been with every
jackanapes in town
cept you and me
seed
you and me
and maybe
maybe pappy
rooster says
not knowing what
a believer junior seed
is in sowing
what you reap
© 2007-09 – Mark A. Douglas – All Rights Reserved
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